Am sitting here watching my new nephew rocking rocking in his vibrating chair on the living room flood.
He is a sweetheat. A truely sweet baby.
I leave for Houston at 6 a.m., which is an hour a head of central time.
And while this message is a little short and lacking of life, I promise you there are stories to be told. Oh, how we shall tell them.
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